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“But you want to take it, don’t you?”
“I—I want to take all of it, Sir.”
“So you want me to hurt you more…by fucking my cock into this sweet hole, instead?”
“God.” She choked as his voice worked its wicked dark magic and his fingers plunged to newer, naughtier depths. “Ohhhh God…”
“Not what I asked, woman.” His free hand backed up his crossbow of a tone, digging into her hip. He only let go once he’d scooted his own body closer, hurriedly jerking down his zipper once more. As his erection worked between her ass cheeks, he dictated, “I asked if you wanted this. Right here.”
“Yes.” It spilled with all the unthinking force of her lust…and the unmitigated magic of her surrender. “Yesssss.”
“Then tell me.” His command was even darker and dirtier, heating the column of her neck. “Tell me exactly what you want, kitten.”
Her mind spiraled. Her senses swam. And her sex…Mack fucking truck, her sex…
Throbbing. Craving. Needing to let him take her…to claim her as no other man had before…
“I want your cock,” she finally got out. “There. Right there. In my ass.”
Another sound, rough as a grizzly but ruthless as a dragon, vibrated through him. He withdrew his fingers from her hole, using them to position the hot, wet crown of his length at the trembling rim of her entrance—
And there, he paused.
Stopping her heart.
Seizing her nerves.
Closing up her throat.
As she waited. Waited…
“Kitten?”
She swallowed hard. Focused on breathing. Like that was happening. “Y-yes, Sir?”
“Am I the first one to fuck you like this?”
“Yes.” At last a breath came. Shook like a damn raindrop on the wind, but it was there. “Yes, you are.”
“Good.”
And then…he did.
His thrusts were sharp and short at first. Every motion wasted nothing, as always. But soon, he took more savoring stabs, spending more time with each stroke. He rolled and flowed, learning the secrets of her back grotto. Teaching himself what made her soften for him…moan for him…and soon, unbelievably, writhe and push back at him.
It hurt. There was no denying that. But the stretch was so wicked and the invasion so complete, she had no room for anything other than the truth of what he brought.
That in the pain he delivered, there was freedom.
A flight to vistas she couldn’t describe. An escape to a nothingness where she didn’t have a persona to consider, a face to put on, or an act to take part in. She wasn’t a symbol of anything or a spokesperson for anyone.
She was just woman.
She was simply his.
Opening for him. Gasping for him. Taking every inch of him, pushing even deeper, until his guttural groan filled her ears and his balls caressed the sensitive tissues between her ass and pussy…
Making her so aware…
